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Post by Long Range on Jul 27, 2008 1:21:04 GMT -5
//No problem, Sky-Byte.// Long Range replies. It wasn't as he still has enough juice for another four shots, but he's getting concerned that Sky-Byte's common sense to drunkenness ratio may be getting closer to 1:1.
Thankfully, Long Range is big enough to grab the errant shark and remove him from potential problems with something approaching haste.
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Post by Slingshot-3 on Jul 28, 2008 23:07:10 GMT -5
Slingshot stiffens as Sky-byte appears to accept Gizmo's suggestion. He scowls, bites Skyblast's nosecone, then stalks off into the darkness.
No, this Harrier will not stick around to hear that usurper praised.
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Out of scene.
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Post by Skyblast-3 on Jul 29, 2008 8:42:20 GMT -5
Skyblast just about jumps when his nosecone is bitten. He rubs it, and he glares off the way that Slingshot went. He hollers, "Why you little thrust-vectoring, camshaft-cranking son of a V-Bomb!" He shakes a fist. "I'm going to cover you in jet fuel!"
Well. That's kind of odd.
Threat... or promise made, Skyblast goes running after Slingshot.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Sky-byte on Jul 30, 2008 18:51:28 GMT -5
To dare ponder a verse for this Rodimus Prime or not to dare? That is the question. Sky-Byte's answer to that comes pretty quickly as first Slingshot and then Skyblast suddenly hightail out of the group.
"My audience!" He croaks, staring after the two jets. Not to dare then. Gizmo gets an irritated glare as Sky-Byte swings back around to slump in a dramatic skulk against the wall. It cracks and sways with the force of his weight. "No, no Primes. They're bad for poetry." With Optimus insulting his work in the past and with the subject of this Rodimus sending two of his more enthusiastic listeners running away.
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Post by Gizmo-3 on Aug 1, 2008 0:35:41 GMT -5
What was that look for? He'd just made a simple request. Not his fault the two jets took offense and rudely stormed off in a huff. He stared down at his cube, then pushed it away. Maybe he'd better lay off the high-grade for the time being -- it made him do stupid things...
"Fine then," he said with a shrug. "Still want a request? Or you done for the night?"
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Post by Long Range on Aug 1, 2008 6:11:54 GMT -5
Long Range, having walked back, eyes the wall that Sky-Byte has chosen to artistically slump agianst with suspicion. If that wall were to give out, and with Sky-Byte how he currently is.....
Well, at least he knows he's going to be watering Sky-Byte's high grade down in the future. If he had the time he'd approach Mixmaster to ask him to make lower grade stuff, but needs to be currently on hand in case someone says something stupid.
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Post by Sky-byte on Aug 2, 2008 0:32:29 GMT -5
Is someone implying that he's a lightweight? Sky-Byte's no lightweight, he insists on this. He just drank everything a little too quickly and enthusiastically tonight, that's all. Anyone who suggests otherwise might find themselves at the end of a challenge.
He turns his glare away from Gizmo, expression screwed into something unreadable--likely from his own confusion--before answering the carbot back. "No, no more requests for tonight." His muse has gone off and made its muse-self comfortable elsewhere after the abrupt and huffy exit of the jets. Perhaps Sky-Byte is slightly more sensitive to criticism in his over-energized state. "Thank you, thank you for being such a cooperative audience!" He gives a slight wave before sliding down into a sitting position, his armor scraping and squealing loudly as it runs down the wall.
Gizmo's not quite to blame, after all, something so good had to end at some time. Is that not correct?
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Gizmo-3
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Post by Gizmo-3 on Aug 5, 2008 19:57:07 GMT -5
"Ah well," Gizmo notes, pushing his now-empty cube away. "Maybe later, then." If this truce keeps holding, at least -- though he's betting that it won't hold much longer. Best to keep making friends among the right people on both sides, then. If this whole alliance blows sky-high, he wants to come out of the wreckage with something worthwhile.
"So what's it like in your world?" inquires Gizmo, tilting his head inquisitively at the shark. "Wedge and Sideburn haven't been very forthcoming in that department, and I figure it's best to learn from an expert -- even if it's one from the other side of Alice's looking glass."
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Post by Long Range on Aug 6, 2008 17:49:45 GMT -5
Sky-Byte a light weight? Not really. Prone to mood swings when his audience walks off? Yes. Long Range signs slightly as he hears the sound of metal scraping and squealing, now Sky-Bytes going to have to get a repaint.
He'll see how things go, and maybe start entertaining ideas of herding Sky-Byte in the direction of his bed.
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Post by Sky-byte on Aug 8, 2008 23:30:05 GMT -5
"My world? Well, it's Earth..." Sky-Byte pauses, thumbing his chin with a frown as he tries for something a little more specific. One last gulp from his cube and the Predacon tosses the empty container to the side as he ponders his answer. Gizmo's (thoughtful?) flattery earns a smug grin though. "Blasted Autobots always find time to meddle in the worst things--in my schemes. The humans though, they're not bad at all." A pleased chuckle interrupts his words for moment at the memories of their cheers. Sky-Byte won't mention his thoughts of some of the Autobots being 'okay' though, wouldn't want to make anyone think he was a little car sympathizer. Just imagining what Scourge could do if he picked up such thoughts is enough to keep the shark mum.
If Long Range is going to be shooing Sky-Byte somewhere to pass out gracefully, it had probably be soon. Perhaps there was something else in that energon...the Predacon is currently listing dangerously to the side and probably beginning to invade Gizmo's personal bubble. Just as long as he doesn't come online in green and silver, a little touch-up wouldn't be too terrible...
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Post by Gizmo-3 on Aug 12, 2008 8:18:00 GMT -5
Alternate Gizmo doesn't have quite as big of a "personal bubble" as regular Gizmo -- unlike the awkward, introverted "other" Gizmo, this one craves contact with others, and isn't too averse to offering someone a friendly pat on the back or providing a shoulder to lean on when necessary. Having a Decepticon (or Predacon for that matter, though Gizmo doesn't see much of a distinction) lean in this close is a bit more uncomfortable than it would ordinarily be, but he can live with it.
"Humans, eh?" Gizmo notes. "Not bad little creatures, at least as far as their popular culture goes. Their tech leaves something to be desired, though."
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Post by Long Range on Aug 25, 2008 1:58:04 GMT -5
"Sky-Byte, maybe you should start thinking of defraging while I walk you back to base, after all, you do have that meeting with Starscream early tomorrow..." Long Range says as he slowly starts reaching to either pick up and carry Sky-Byte or at least arrest his eventual collapse.
The 'meeting' is of course a lie, but he's hoping Sky-Byte is over charged enough to be fooled.
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Post by Sky-byte on Aug 25, 2008 20:02:46 GMT -5
There's a very big distinction between a Decepticon and Predacon! Just ask Sky-Byte when he's properly un-smashed. It's better for both him and the listener that way.
"Their tech?" Sky-Byte guffaws. "It's serviceable." Why else would Megatron always insist on stealing all the human technologies and information? "I do--" lurch "admire with their work with words. Stunning."
Long Range's words are met with a shocked sputter and Sky-Byte flails slightly in a hurried attempt to get up. "Meeting? Starscream? I didn't hear of any meeting!" He ends his struggle and leans back against the wall, frowning at his failure. "Pompous jet-thing springing things at the last minute..." That part is more muttered than aloud. "If you say so, Long Range." The artillery vehicle's hands are batted at clumsily, but not vehemently enough to actually fend him off. It'd be pretty easy to carry Sky-Byte off at the moment, well, if you're Long Range.
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Post by Gizmo-3 on Aug 25, 2008 22:38:35 GMT -5
Aw, his company is leaving him. Though Gizmo's got a couple drinks in him himself and feels it might be best to leave this party before he gets too muddled to be presentable to polite society. Not that polite society is something he's gotten to experience much among this motley crew of 'Bots and 'Cons, really.
"Don't let me keep you up then, Sky-Byte," Gizmo tells him, waving. "Good recharge. You too, Long Range."
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Post by Long Range on Aug 28, 2008 10:56:31 GMT -5
Long Range moves to gently pick Sky-Byte up and, assuming no resistance, move him in a baseward direction. He's now going to have to fabricate some reason why Starscream would cancel the meeting and not say any of this to Sky-Byte.
"One thing at a time Sky-Byte, you can owrry about the meeting later."
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